Old.

Today I bought a coffee. haven't had one in a while.
As I stepped out of the coffee shop, a subtle wind hit me right on my face,
my tired face, I held my coffee and felt old for a little bit,
my cheeks where independent from my face and my eyes just minding their own business.

I felt old for a little while, just a little,
As the ugly cars passed by and my shirt capture the smog from the streets,
I felt old in front of my car, my small car, filled with errands to do and wishes to fulfill.

Today I got myself a smile early in the day and a big frown as I got to my office,
felling old, tired and somewhat happy I realized how many stupid emails I get everyday,
and how typos are not bothering me as much; how now I tend to just don't care about little things,
I guess that is the feeling of getting old for me.

Or maybe I'm just fucking tired. Yes. That's it. Tired.